between two tall skeletons of birches
i walk right into the heart of mid-autumn
with the city gate as my starting point
but without any predetermined destination
along a less frequently trodden trail
i keep traveling behind my own soul
each time I climb onto a little ridge
i see another higher up just ahead
it is not a question of uphill or downhill
nor a choice between two different roads
once standing on the peak to look back
i find all mountains so surprisingly small
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Вера Павлова – В ранец тетрадки собраны
- Владимир Маяковский – У буржуев на весь мир пир… (РОСТА №315)
- Анатолий Жигулин – Где теперь ты, рыжая
- The Hermit Goes Up Attic by Maxine Kumin
- Robert Burns: Song Inscribed To Alexander Cunningham:
- Daryl, My Son by Ronald G. Auguste
- Sonnet 01
- Summer Enclosed In A Semi-Dark Cup by Nijole Miliauskaite
- The Iliad: Book VI (excerpt) poem – Alexander Pope
- Bringen Woone Gwaïn O’ Zundays by William Barnes
- March poem – A. E. Housman
- Robert Burns: A Waukrife Minnie:
- The Polar Koala Bear by Robby Charters
- In September poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Олег Григорьев – Григорьев Олег ел тыкв
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
